A Friendly Game

They rode back to campus in silence, Daisy at the wheel. She dropped Diego off at his dorm with a promise to wear the cage, and a copy of the key, just in case.

There were only a few more weeks left of school and then he'd be home for summer break.

"I hate that you're working at that dirty bar."

Diego stifled a laugh. He didn't want to engage in an argument with his mother at the dinner table.

"Mama, how do you know it's dirty? You've never been there."

"Well, it's a bar, isn't it?" She shot him a disapproving look.

When he'd finally told his parents about his job, they'd quizzed him mercilessly.

"But you got a scholarship," his mother had objected. "And you know we'll help you out with anything you need." It was a point of pride for them to be able to provide for their son while he completed his studies.

"But I was bored. Classes are easy and a guy can only play video games so many hours in a day." He'd made up a weak excuse. "Plus, a car costs money. I don't want you and dad to have to worry if the Buick breaks down."

He knew the main reason for her disapproval was that she'd been looking forward to having him come home more often now that he had his own vehicle, and the job made that difficult. His dad came to his rescue. "Come on, Graciela. A lot of kids go to college and get involved in sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Ours got a job. We should be proud."

Diego felt a twinge of guilt as his dad said the word "sex." He couldn't imagine what their reaction would be if they found out about the crazy things he was doing with Ms. Carson.  But he responded, "Thanks, Dad," and before anything else could be said on the topic, directed his attention to his sisters. "Okay, Chicas! Who saved room for dessert?"

He hadn't been home in two months, which was the longest he'd ever been away from his family. He'd missed them and had been excited to bring home little presents for everyone. Besides sweatshirts with his school logo for everyone, he'd gotten his two younger sisters gift certificates to Claire's, with the promise to take them on an outing in the Buick for shopping and ice cream.

The mall was busy for a Thursday. Diego had finished his last exam that morning, packed his sparse belongings into his car, and driven home. He was anxious to see Ms. Carson that night. She'd be busy with her dance obligations over the weekend and he didn't want to wait until Monday.

His sisters took their time picking out cheap jewelry from the spinning displays at the store. Diego was waiting at the entrance, people watching, when he saw a familiar face.

"Chelsey!" The word echoed in the large enclosed space. She looked around to see who had yelled her name.

"Diego!" She crossed over to greet him. "Hi! What a surprise!"

"Hey, how has college life been treating you?"

"Great! I'm a little sad to be away from school, honestly, but it's good to be back home, too."

"Sad? Loving classes that much?"

She laughed. "No, goofy. I won't see all my new friends for a couple of months...or my boyfriend." She seemed to hesitate at the mention of her beau.

Diego didn't seem to notice. "Do you have any plans for the summer?"

"I got my lifeguarding job back, which will keep me busy and I'll earn some spending money for next semester. How about you?"

"I'll be helping my dad with a project. My mom has been asking him to expand the porch and add a carport for ages. He's always busy with paying clients but now that he has free manual labor living under his roof for the summer, he's going to take advantage of it."

They both laughed. Diego's sisters had made their purchases and were antsy, waiting for him to finish his conversation. "Hey, Chelsey, I should go, but do you want to get a coffee sometime? I mean, you know, just to catch up?" He felt a little awkward. They'd been close all through high school and he'd thought about her while at college. But he'd felt bad about what had happened and had been too nervous to reach out. He was glad they'd run into each other and wanted to reconnect.

She seemed happy, too. "Sure! I assume your number is the same?"

"Yep. I'll text you."

He dropped his sisters off at home and continued on to Ms. Carson's house. She had been busy and tried to convince Diego to wait a few days, but he'd pleaded with her.

"I just want to see you after the last couple of crazy weeks."

She wanted to see him, too, and had given in. Still she felt grumpy that she hadn't had time to set up her play space or even do basic cleaning.

She was in the back of the house tidying the bathroom, listening for the sound of his knock. She showered quickly and threw on some comfortable clothes, making him wait on the porch.

She finally let him in and closed the door behind him. "On your knees."

He'd expected a more tender greeting after their time at the hotel, maybe a hug, but dropped to kneel in front of her. She was dressed leisurely in leggings, a sports bra and slippers with her damp hair pulled back tightly. She slipped her feet out of the house shoes, revealing glossy blue painted toenails.

"You are to always greet me on your knees unless otherwise instructed." Her tone was curt and serious. "Kiss my feet."

She moved close enough for him to carry out her orders. "Yes, Domina." He bent forward and planted a hesitant kiss on each foot, surprised at how good they smelled.

"Kiss them like you mean it."

"Yes, Domina." He traced the entire surface of each foot with his lips.

"Lick them," she said and he looked up at her questioningly. "Like the cute little puppy you are," she added, grinning.

He felt a strange combination of humiliation and excitement at being referred to as a dog. His dick, which had been relatively calm in its prison, began pushing against its restraint as his tongue lapped at her feet. "Don't forget between the toes." He carefully inserted his tongue into every space between her toes, his excitement growing at the demeaning but intimate task.

"Well, you wanted to see me. I have given you the additional gift of tasting me. We'll get together next week." She pulled her feet from under his lips and turned to walk away.

"Wait! Really?" Diego couldn't believe she'd just leave him like that.

She stopped but didn't turn back to face him. "I assume you have not completed the playlist I sent you."

She'd sent him a file with a long list of BDSM practices that she'd asked him to think about. It was customary for a submissive to rate his interest in items on such a list to give the Domme an idea of the types of games he'd like to play, and perhaps more importantly, the ones he did not. Now that he was home and they would be able to interact in person on a regular basis, she wanted a more formal agreement between them. "For both of our comfort and safety," she'd explained.

But with finals and packing, he hadn't had time to complete the assignment yet.

"No. I'm sorry."

She sighed. "Well, then, until you do, I think we should wait to take things any further. As I said, you wanted to see me. I generously gave you more than that."

Diego felt disappointment but accepted her decision. "I understand, Domina. But, may I ask you one thing?"

She didn't move, her back still facing him. "What?"

"May I please remove the cage for a day?"

He had obediently worn the cage since the night in the hotel. Now that the stress of his last weeks of the semester was over, he suddenly felt the heaviness of his need to empty his testicles.

"Are you in pain?" she asked.

"No, Domina. Just discomfort."

"Is that why you wanted to see me today? To ask for permission for an orgasm?"

"No, not at all." She couldn't see him emphatically shake his head with her back to him. "I missed you. A lot. But, I also am suffering. You like that, don't you?"

He hadn't meant it to come out sounding snarky, but her annoyance with him melted and she turned around, laughing. "You seriously know how to get to me, Mr. García." He hung his head, embarrassed at his aching need and not sure if she was upset with him.

She stood staring at him, thinking about her options. He waited, his knees beginning to feel uncomfortable as well.

She made up her mind and asked him to strip. "Well, you are here now and I need some help. Maybe we can help each other."

He quickly undressed and instinctively dropped back to his knees to wait for her instructions.

"I was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when you got here. But I believe a little service work wouldn't hurt you. If you do a really good job, we'll discuss the issue of your," she drew the word out in a mocking tone, "dis-com-fort."

"Yes, Domina. You know I'd do anything you asked me to."

"Hmmm. That's what scares me and is why we need to go over the list," she said a bit harshly, but then softened at his eagerness to obey. "Come on. I'll show you what needs to be done."

He followed her through the bedroom that he remembered well to the master bathroom. She pointed out where she'd left off and what still needed to be done.

"But first, help me with this." She turned her back to him again, motioning to the chain she was wearing. He felt his dick leap in the cage.

He undid the clasp and pulled the necklace over her head. She turned and took it from him, sliding the key free. She flashed him a smile, then squatted down in front of him and unlocked his prison. His cock sprang up in front of her, hard and red. He blushed.

"I'm glad to see cleaning my bathroom excites you so much," she said, straightening and winking at him. "If you have any questions, I'll be in the spare room. Oh, and it should go without saying that you do not have permission to touch that thing." She pointed at his dick and wrinkled her nose. Then she left him, alone, naked, and throbbing, with his task before him.

He settled into his work, self-conscious at being completely nude while scrubbing all the surfaces of her bathroom. He felt humiliation fill him again as he knelt down to scrub around her toilet, and while his body didn't actually touch any surface, he felt a little gross being naked in the grimy corners of the room. Ms. Carson was a very neat person, but a bathroom was a bathroom.

As he wiped around the base of the commode he felt the sensation of being watched. He turned and she was there, a blank expression on her face. "Go on, dear. I just wanted to check on you." He blushed again, knowing his ass was on display in the awkward position, but continued his work.

When he finished and stood, she was gone.

He'd saved the walk-in shower for last. She'd left him a scrubbing brush and scouring powder to clean the grout between the tiles.

His fingers were aching with the effort. He felt a presence behind him again and turned to see her watching, smiling this time. "You really want your reward, don't you?" She could see he was meticulously cleaning every single joint and was pleased at his attention to detail.

"A job worth doing is a job worth doing right," he quoted his dad's mantra, turning back to continue cleaning. He could feel her still watching him until he finished and turned on the water to rinse the walls. Satisfied with what he'd done, he turned to her and knelt on the hard tile floor. "It has been a pleasure to serve you, Domina. Thank you."

She felt her pussy react to this act of humility. "I like seeing you are learning your place, at my feet," she said softly.

"It's a very lucky place to be. Just being in your space, near you, has filled me with a calm that I was craving. You have been very generous with me tonight and I am grateful."

His words made her feel humbled now herself, and a little repentant for being grumpy earlier. She grabbed a clean towel from the shelf and lay it on the floor. "Kneel on this," she motioned. He centered his knees on the soft material.

"On all fours," she prompted. He lowered himself to a tabletop position.

She sat crosslegged on the floor next to him and began to pet him, massaging the long sinewy muscles of his sweaty back. She could feel him relaxing, tension he'd been holding dissolving in her touch. She slowly slid her palms down his backside, squeezing the curves of his round ass. He let out a little moaning sound. She continued to explore him, dipping her fingers into his crack, gently stroking down. He stiffened a little at the intense, unfamiliar sensation. "Shhhh," she cooed. "It's okay." She was throbbing between her legs, thinking of how close she was to being able to slip a finger inside of him, but held back, instead continuing slowly down to rub his full balls. "So these are causing you a little trouble, are they?"

"Mmm hmm."

She continued to tease them with one hand, then began lightly touching his dick with the other. "You have been so good, haven't you? Keeping this caged up for me." She didn't expect an answer, just kept stroking him. "And now you've worked so hard to please me. Such a good boy deserves an orgasm, I would say." Her words and touch were exciting him and he began to thrust himself into her hand. "Uh-uh. You stay still, dear. I'll do all the work. You just tell me when you are close."

She got up and came back with a small jar. The room suddenly smelled like the beach as she rubbed coconut oil on her palms. As she began to masturbate him, pumping his dick and rolling his balls around with her now lubricated hands, he jumped at the intensity. "Oh!"

"Feels reeeeeally good, doesn't it?"

He hadn't cum in two weeks, so he got close quickly. She stopped and started over, petting his shoulders, his back, his ass while he tried not to move, his dick aching.

She repeated this, watching him getting more frantic each time. "I'm soooo close!" she could hear the desperation in his voice. Part of her thought cruelly of how fun it would be to leave him like this and make him squeeze back into the cage until he'd done his homework, and she told him this.

"Pleeeease, please!" he begged between heavy breaths. "I want to be good but I don't know if I can stand much more."

One more time her hands caressed his lats, his traps, down to his glutes, feeling aroused by his smooth skin. She hesitated longer at his asshole this final pass, making him whimper. Her hand arrived at his shaft and she pumped him fast and hard, ready to finally allow him his release.

Except she had a little trick to play on him. She could feel him at the edge of eruption before he could say the words, and at that moment, she stopped, sat back, and watched.

"Now! I'm cumming..." White thick liquid was falling onto the bathroom floor. But she could see the confusion on his face as he began to buck and thrust, trying to regain the sensation she'd abruptly terminated. He reached a hand back to grab himself, but she intervened by grabbing his wrist and barking a firm, "NO." He collapsed into something like a child's pose on top of the towel.

He lay there for a while, not moving while she gently rubbed his back.

Finally she heard his muffled voice from under him. "What was that?"

"Sit up," she told him. When he was seated she pulled herself next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"If I accomplished my goal, THAT was a ruined orgasm."

He took this in, then meekly asked, "Why would you want to ruin it?"

She laughed. "You said you needed to be emptied. I gave that to you, didn't I?"

He thought about it and finally said, "You are the cruelest person I know."

She laughed again. "I'm delighted you think so. You'll thank me properly, on your knees, for giving you the release you needed...after you shower. I'll be waiting for you in the living room."

When he entered the living room, she was seated on the sofa looking at her phone. She continued to ignore him even as he knelt before her.

"Domina?"

She set the phone to the side. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

Her satisfied smile filled him with warmth despite the unexpected outcome of the evening. "You are amazing," he added, and spontaneously bent and kissed her feet.

She shook her head affectionately. "Stand up."

He stood and watched as she caged him carefully. "All better?"

"Yes, Domina."

"You may get dressed and go."

He drove away, his head dreamy with thoughts of all the ways Ms. Carson made him feel good, even when she didn't.

A little breeze teased the air as they sat at an outdoor table with their coffees. Diego didn't know where to begin but Chelsey was genuinely curious about his school's engineering program so they started off talking shop. She was surprised, but entertained, that he was working at a bar.

"Have you met any interesting people there?" She steered the conversation, fishing to see if he'd mention a girlfriend, but he explained that he didn't really talk to the customers.

She'd told him how she'd met her boyfriend training for the swim team. "He's a sophomore, pre-law. I never thought I'd be attracted to someone who wasn't in the sciences, but he's hilarious and quite the athlete. We are always competing with each other in the water. He pushes me harder than the coaches." Diego smiled. He knew Chelsey's competitive side well.

"But what about you? Did you meet anyone at school?"

He answered a little too fast. "No." Something about the way he avoided her eyes made her suspicious.

"Noooo?" Chelsey prodded. "What are you hiding?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Oooooh, I knew it. Try me, and if I don't believe you, the next coffee is on me."

Diego hadn't breathed a word of the things he'd done with Ms. Carson to anyone. He'd gone to some kinky "munches" and discussed BDSM in general, but hadn't mentioned his specific activities. It was a big secret to keep. "It's just..."

"Diego?" Chelsey had had her own speculations all through high school. "Some of my favorite friends are gay."

He choked on his coffee. "Seriously, Chelsey, is that what you thought?"

"It did cross my mind," she said dryly.

"I'm so sorry. No, that's not why..." he trailed off, looking for the words. "I was kind of an ass for disappearing after prom. I didn't know what to say and I felt bad."

"It's okay, I got over it. I was kind of an ass for not bringing it up sooner. You know I had a crush on you ALL through high school, right?"

Diego's jaw dropped. "Really?"

"Oh my God, you are clueless, aren't you?" She shook her head. "It wasn't obvious?"

"Not until prom night."

"Well, you're cute, you're funny, and, most importantly, you were the only guy in school that was even close to being as smart as me."

"Close?" he guffawed, happy they were slipping easily back into their old banter.

"Yeah, you tried." Chelsey wrinkled her face up and actually stuck her tongue out at him.

He laughed. "Now I don't feel so bad for losing touch."

"End of senior year was a dumb time to try to start a romance," she admitted. "Truce?"

"Truce!" he exclaimed, glad they were repairing their friendship.

"But don't think you are getting out of telling me what's up. I just confessed my feelings for you. If you're not gay, how could you resist someone as great as me?"

He laughed again at her sassiness, but still hesitated. She stared at him, not willing to budge. It felt so strange to actually say it out loud. "I have always had a thing for older women."

"Older? How much older?"

"I don't know. It's not like they have to be born before a certain year. It's just that more...mature women have a certain confidence that I find attractive."

"Really?" She took it in. "Hmmmmm, you were always Mrs. Johnson's teacher's pet." She squinted her eyes at him, looking for a reaction.

"I've confessed, can we please just stop here?"

"No way! This is just getting good! Innocent little Diego lusting after our teacher! You're right, I would have never guessed."